"brother, how was she?"The figure nodded quickly"Good man, we are on our way to the cells" the man said in a casual tone.The figure stretched out an a...rm toward the end of the hall. Turned, and entered the room and slammed the door shut."We cant leave her!" The trainee exclaimedThe man didn't listen he just yanked her forward and began running.The trainee ripped away from the man and ran back to the door.She opened the door to the figure touching the clamps together over the girl who was on the. We walk through a short hall, turn right and head into a dark room at the end of the hall.Upon entering the room you notice single beam of light shining from the ceiling onto a short black box. Black d****s cover all the walls. It’s warm, and already you are beginning to sweat. I order you onto the box. You step up. Moving one of the d****s back reveals another of those uncomfortable chairs and a small table with an assortment of items you presume will be used on you. You are on the box. . Did she have horns? A tail? Did one of her eyes rotate and contract like the lens of a camera? No, you must be imagining things. You know you trusted her, like she was an old friend. You're sure she wasn't anyone bad.You've opened the package and removed its contents. In a foam indentation lay a black sphere, roughly the size of your fist. It was warm to the touch, slightly above room temperature. The texture was both plastic and organic, like high quality fake skin draped over real, taut. "I want to fuck you," he said simply."If I resist, will you take me anyway?" Rachel asked."Yes," was all he said.This was the best part of their hooking up. Rachel loved pretending that she changed her mind about having sex and would tell Dex to stop. Dex would ignore her pleas and place her on her back and pin her arms down. She would continue to protest as she attempted to free herself as Dexter pushed his cock into her tight hole. Rachel kissed and licked his neck and ears as he rolled to.